Liuzi's interest was piqued, and he leaned forward uncontrollably. "And then what?"
"For the first question, just fill in your own goal; but the second question is more complex, you need to fully estimate your limits and then define your ideal self. With this method, I finally succeeded once."
"Only once..." the Goddess of Art said disheartened.
"Once is enough," Liuzi explained. "Although the probability is quite low, this also means that the path Xiemen Waidao had been contemplating was correct. By continuously improving one's conditions, one can turn something impossible into something possible. So, Xiemen Waidao, what did you succeed in?"
Puffing out his chest, Xiemen Waidao declared with a resonant voice, "It had to be love."
"What did you sacrifice?"
"My dignity!"
For a moment, the coffee shop fell silent.
Liuzi's eyes nearly popped out, and the Goddess of Art hovered in mid-air, forgetting how to speak.